Darrian_Gabriel
Sicarii Assassin
The sleek black limo meandered through the dark exurbs on the outskirts of Royal Haven. The bright lights on the metropolis could be clearly seen in the distance as the vehicle hurried it’s way towards the Keystone Bridge, arguably one of Royal Haven’s most notable landmarks that led straight into the heart of the city. In the back of the limo sat a tall pale skin man wearing a suit and tie, his light gray eyes briefly catching the light of the full moon overhead. He grins as he rolls down the tinted partition that separated him and his driver.
“Andrew, dial up Eshara if you would thank you.”
“Right away sir.” says the driver.
The limo’s speakers come alive with the dial tone of a ringing phone when a sweet yet seductive voice answers on the other end “Hello?”
“Eshara, its Draven.”
“Yes I know Francis, I do have caller I.D.” says the young woman with a chuckle.
“Of course, are you already at the ballroom?” asks Draven.
“Indeed I am, it’s a smaller turnout but that’s to be expected as this was a special council, invite only. Which begs the question Francis, where are you? Proceedings are about to begin.”
“I had a business trip earlier tonight, but I’m en route now. I should be at Elysium within the hour. So what do you think this is all about anyway?”
“I think it’s quite obvious. They’re going to announce the nominees and put it to a vote.”
Draven smiles, his pearl white fangs glinting against the shadow “You really think we’ve nominated?”
“Was there ever a doubt?” Eshara says slyly.
This causes Draven to smirk “Well If I’m voted in, I’m sure to choose you as my personal Harpy.”
“No offense darling, but I hardly need any help in securing that title.”
This causes Draven to laugh heartily “Touché lovely. But I’ll let you go for now. However be a dear and run cover with the Sheriff for my tardiness.”
“Consider it done…”says Eshara as she hangs up.
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Back at the Special Elysium, Eshara, dressed in an exquisite ruby red gown studded with diamonds, immediately goes back to her phone and hurriedly types in a text.
Hey, I gotta job for you stud. There’s a lone Malkavian that’s headed your way. He’ll be crossing the Lands Down access road in the next twenty minutes. I’ll send you the Google Maps coordinates. This is important. Bring me his fangs when the job’s done.
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Inside a seedy bar, dimly lit with a few interior neon lights, sits a group of very rough looking individuals. This is the club house/hideaway for the violent biker gang known as The Horsemen of War. Sitting at one of the counter tops drinking a beer and watching a football game is a tall, tanned skin man with jet black hair and a shock white stubble beard. This is Jason Aguilera, aggressive Hunter and leader of The Horsemen gang. Jason’s cell phone blinks to life as Eshara’s text comes through, along with the Google Maps coordinates. He looks at the message and sneers.
“Malkavian huh. It’s been a while since I bagged one of those.” he says in a low voice. A moment later he gets up from his stool and calls out “Horsemen, mount up!! We’re hunting suck heads tonight!”
The other bikers respond in a chorus of cheers, hoots and hollers of approval. They all proceed to file out of the bar to their motorcycles parked outside, and whilst doing so produce an orgy of firearms from each of their persons. The air was deafened with the sounds of gun slides cocking, magazines being loaded and bladed weapons being sheathed. Not more than a few minutes after receiving the text, the contingent of bikers were roaring onto the lonely road and off into the night.
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Back at the heart of the magnificent Avian Ballroom and the site of the Special Elysium, Eshara Krishna prepares to enter the inner sanctuary of the Camarilla assembled council. Seated at a grand table are several delegates, spokesmen and even Primogens of several of the Kindred Clans throughout Royal Haven. At the head of the table is Jacob Canarvon of Clan Ventrue, Sherriff of former Prince Jhardi Mehmed. As Eshara makes her way through the grand hall, she makes obligatory small talk with several of the attendees when she is tapped from behind by a gaunt looking vampire dressed in a ceremonial royal guard’s uniform.
“As I unlive and breath. Jerimiah Balk, I’m so pleased to see you were summoned here.” says Eshara, her obvious contempt for Balk showing through.
Balk raises the beautiful young Toreador’s hand to his thin lips as he kisses the back of her palm “Lady Eshara. I must say I’m a little surprised to see you. I wasn’t expecting a half wit harpy to be amongst the nominees.”
Narrowing her eyes “I could say the same of a tired old Tremere whose Blood Sorcery is as impressive as his thinning hair.”
“You had best watch yourself young Toreador, your money won’t always be there to save you. I knew there was something off about you from the start.”
Just than the Sherriff calls the meeting to order “If we could have all of our delegates be seated, we’ll begin the proceedings.”
Eshara snatches her hand away from Balk as everyone quickly takes their assigned seats at the grand table. The Sherriff looks around and instantly notices two empty seats “It seems we’re missing two delegates.”
Eshara speaks up “Esteemed Sherriff, if I may, I spoke with Francis Draven not more than a few minutes ago. He was detained by business, but should be here very shortly.”
“Detained or not, attention to promptness is integral to The Camarilla. Especially if those wish to be considered for Prince of the city no less. Anyway, what of the other absentee?”
Another vampire delegate calls out “I believe the absentee is one Elias Albaster a delegate of Clan Tzimisce.”
Canarvon taps his finger on the table in annoyance “Well has anyone seen the Tzimisce?” Eccentric_Undead
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